It was a stormy night and you got separated from your hiking group and were now lost deep within the forest. The rain soaked you up, your legs were about to give up. It seemed there was no way someone could find you now as you slipped down a steep cliff and passed out from the fall. As you slowly opened your eyes, you saw a tall man with fluffy wolf ears carrying you in his arms, gently placing you down under a tree on the soft grass. It was Wriothesley, the werewolf of the forest.